All I have to do is dream.
If you have kept up with my life you may remeber that the bitch known as Gemma has set me up, stalked me, beaten me, duped me and now blackmailed me. The last part saw her take a beating from my work partner Toni, or did she?
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I laid for a moment in the dark. How could it be dark? It was morning when I started massaging Gemma. I heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door, rolled and looked at the clock, 6am. Hey my legs and arm are free. The door to my bedroom opens and there stands Toni, wearing one of my shirts and carrying two mugs of coffee.
Seeing me awake she smiles and comes and sits on the bed, bends forwards and kisses me on the head. “You ok Duke?” she asks before going on “You had a very violent night, jumping around in the bed, shouting, seems you were having a nightmare”.
My brain is beginning to function, as the realisation dawns on me. I’ve had a nightmare and it was all that bitch Gemma’s doing, oh shit she’s fucking up my head. “Morning” I mutter smiling weakly, “Yeah I think I’ve been dreaming”.
“Surprised you had any strength for dreaming after last night” she grins. The memory of last night snapping back into focus quickly brings a grin to my face “Hmmmmmm” I moan as I sip my coffee.
“Let’s get up and go for a run before you call the office to arrange the day off, then you can spend some time preparing me for the fight with that bitch Gemma” suggests Toni.
The whole damn thing was a dream, there was no fight fix, no destroyed Gemma, no me cuffed to the bed. I relaxed a little before allowing the thought of tonight’s fight back in to spoil the moment.
So off we go for a good run, then breakfast, a call to the office and then into the gym in my garage for a light workout.
I get Toni warmed up, then do some light boxing training with her. She is good, quick, accurate and mean. We move to the mats and start some easy wrestling. I apply an armbar, she escapes. I apply a headlock, she escapes. We carry on for a while, head scissors, body scissors, full nelson etc. Toni is quite good. Listens to my advice and works hard on getting it right.
Then she works on her holds. Putting me in the same holds and trying to stop me from escaping. Again she is good, strong, fast and a good learner. The final hold I get her to apply is a head scissors. Her long toned legs wrap around me and she locks her ankles. Shit I can feel my face going red, this is one awesome hold she has here and try as I may I cannot break it. Her legs are so powerful I eventually have to tap out.
After I am released I rub my neck and roll my head, shit that really hurt. Standing over me she offers me her hand to pull me up, I accept, but as I straighten twist her arm into a back hammer “Yeooooww” she squeals, as much in surprise as in pain I think. I start to tell her she has to be careful as the bitch she will fight later will use dirty tactics, but, halfway through my sentence my head connects sweetly with the back elbow she has flung my way.
The shock of the sudden violence catches me off guard, I release her arm and stagger back a couple of steps allowing her the room to spin and kick me right in the abs. I drop to my knees, winded and angry. Shooting out both hands I grab her ankles and tip her backwards. Toni hit’s the mat with a hard thud. I am immediately on top of her but don’t press my advantage as she looks stunned.
I lean forward and kiss her on the forehead, then the neck and then the lips. Those long lethal legs wrap themselves around my waist and I let her roll me onto my back. You can use your own imagination to work out what happened next. Just enough for you to know it was awesome.
So the day whizzed by and before we knew it that time had arrived.
We walked to the gym in silence, Toni changed and I waited in the ring room. My nightmare was becoming reality, and I found myself checking every corner of the room for any set up. Paranoid or what?
Gemma breezed in all smiles and confidence “Where’s the slut I’m gonna trash” she growled. I didn’t need to answer as Toni came out from the changing area in a white two piece costume which showed off her tan and those stunning legs to perfection.
“Ready when you are you short arsed little bitch” Toni hissed as she climbed into the ring.
Gemma slipped out of her joggers and sweat shirt, kicked off her trainers and revealed the red string bikini I knew so well, rolled in to the ring and bounced up and started stretching out. Toni also started her routine.
I remember thinking tits versus legs, not knowing which of these two beauties to watch, and enjoying the pre-match warm up. Damn these jeans were a bit tight in certain areas.
Trying to take control I uttered a few instructions and rules, I think I was the only one who heard them. (Just like my nightmare then).
The girls came forward, circling each other, looking for a way to attack. Toni made the first move using her size advantage. Probably 5” taller, those long legs were useful. Swinging her right foot she caught Gemma in the ribs, the smaller girl took the heavy blow and thundered forward using her shoulder and low centre of gravity to spear Toni in the midsection, forcing her back into the corner, (the very move I dreamed of).
Initially winded for a second, Toni responded quickly with a double hand chop to the back of Gemma’s neck. The smaller girl withdrew quickly, obviously not expecting the counter. However, Gemma did not retreat very far, just enough to send her own foot, (which I remember as being lethal), into Toni’s abs. As Toni buckled forward slightly Gemma grabbed her neck with both hands, jumped up and landed her feet in Toni’s mid section, and using her momentum leant back and sent Toni high in the air with a monkey flip.
Toni hit the canvas hard, bounced once and arched her back in pain. Gemma was so fast, she was up, bounced off the ropes and landed on Toni in the splits, her crutch connecting with Toni’s throat. I have to admit it was a fantastic move, timed and executed to perfection, and I could see Toni was in trouble.
Gemma stood, pulled Toni up by the hair and sent a back hand chop to her opponent’s chest. Toni was gasping for air, but Gemma was relentless. Grabbing the taller girls arm and sending her in an Irish whip across the ring. As Toni bounced off the ropes Gemma was flying through the air and connected a perfectly timed clothesline to Toni’s chest. The girl went down hard, flat on her back. Standing up Gemma took a moment to get her breath back while her opponent lay gasping on the floor.
Once again Gemma reached down and took a handful of Toni’s blond locks and pulled her up, this time she was a little slow, Toni blocked the attempted punch to the abs and before Gemma could respond took a punch to her own abs. This was obviously not in Gemma’s game plan, she looked up in surprise just as Toni swung a forearm to her jaw.
Gemma staggered back but Toni grabbed her arm and tossed her across the ring into the corner post, quickly following to splash Gemma against the post. The smaller girl had other ideas and managed to duck away from the slam putting a knee into Toni’s abs in the process. Shit why was this soooo hot??? I am one sick bastard.
Toni buckled into the post, hanging over the top rope, before feeling the force of a clothesline across her shoulders which thrust her hard into the corner post. Bouncing backwards and falling on her back, gasping and holding her chest Toni looked finished. Gemma had other ideas as she stomped the prone girl’s chest, abs and head in a frenzied attack which I had to stop.
Backing off for a second Gemma looked at Toni and breaking the silence for the first time in the fight said “This is it you fucking whore prepare for the end” as she ran across the ring, bounced off the ropes flipped into the air, somersault and splashed down hard on her opponent. Gemma hooked Toni’s leg and I, rather reluctantly, counted 1...2...3
Gemma had won. I was a bit dazed by the speed of this girl and when I found my voice asked “What the fuck was that last move?”
“That, Duke, was the Gemmasault, my own special finisher”.
I went over to Toni, she was breathing hard and not fully with it. I helped her up and out of the ring and into the locker area. I made sure she was ok before I went back to the ring room. Gemma was dressed. “Ok Duke, that was part one of the deal, you know what part two is, it’s where I get what I really want” she grinned, pointed at me and left the gym saying “I’ll be in touch” and for some reason my groin twitched.
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